He would press play on his iPod, Holocene by Bon Iver softly filling his ears, and then crawl quietly over the white duvet laying across his bed to raise the shade and slide the the window open so he can hear the rain fall outside. A little sigh of relief would exhale from his mouth at the delightful blend of relaxing sounds and he’d prop a pillow against the wall to rest his back against. Flashes of lightening would illuminate the details of his kind features as he stretches his legs out over the sheets and rumbles of thunder resound throughout the thick, evening air, making the leaves tremble on the trees nearby. He’d lay and gaze at the stirring clouds above and watch as they flash, turning the heavens brilliant shades of white and blue for mere seconds at a time. Eventually the lids of his eyes would become heavy and flutter until he gives in to their fatigue. He would remain there until the early morning and the storm having long gone he’d wake to a tranquil sky, the feel of cool damp air, and the gentle scent of petrichor.